وَتَخت عَلى نَهرٍ لَقَد رَقّ ماؤُهُ

وَتَخت عَلى نَهرٍ لَقَد رَقّ ماؤُهُ

نَصبت فَشمت النّجمَ أَسفل مِن تَختي

نَصبت فَشمت النّجمَ أَسفل مِن تَختي

And a couch over a river whose water had grown clear,

A bed upon a river whose waters have run dry

I set up, and beheld the star beneath my couch.

I set up to inhale the stars below my bed

فَتَهتُ بِهِ أُنساً وَلِمْ لَمْ أتِه بهِ

فَتَهتُ بِهِ أُنساً وَلِمْ لَمْ أتِه بهِ

وَهَذي السّما وَالأَنجم الزُّهر مِن تَحتي

وَهَذي السّما وَالأَنجم الزُّهر مِن تَحتي

So I exulted in it with delight—and why should I not exult in it?

With it I became distracted forgetting why

And this sky and the shining stars are beneath me.

As the sky and stars are flowers underneath my head